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Winter’s Chill, Drabble Four: Can’t Deny The Past

The annual party was a pain, but Reid went anyway. It let him prove his ability to socialize, which his coworkers doubted. Young guy like you, you should be out on the town, not in the office!

This year, Reid even made an effort to impress the clients who attended. He avoided clients like the plague, but one night couldn’t hurt.

Two glasses of champagne later, the impossible: “Garwin? Any relation to the Garwin family over in Ipswich?”

He froze. He had come to California to avoid this.

The client was waiting. “Distantly,” Reid mumbled.

He left two minutes later.

This one was surprisingly difficult to get right. I had to twist it all over the place to get the material into 100 words. Oh, and I have no idea what kind of job Reid has. Something with an office, and annual parties. With nosy coworkers. *Shrug*

The TV show, that is (ha, I wish it was the dude!). I rented season one and it was impossible to tear me away from it. I love it. Especially Chase (and of course House). Sooo good.

So, yeah, that’s my excuse for the lack of drabble-ness. Writersword nudged me politely (and I ran out of episodes) so here I am with number three.

Winter’s Chill, Drabble Three: Graduation, Minus One

Sarah hadn’t said anything, but her pointed looks to the telephone conveyed her meaning. He had gotten the number from Clarissa Garwin, but the slip of paper remained on his desk, unused.

He tried to tell himself it was because he didn’t have time. The chaos of graduation kept them busy. When that excuse didn’t work, he turned to Reid’s own silence.

He doesn’t want to talk to us, Caleb told the mirror. I shouldn’t bother him. This didn’t work either, but hiding the phone number under his alarm clock did.

In the photos, Sarah’s eyes were dark with disappointment.

Oh yeah. Caleb GUILT. Mmhmm. So good. Oh, and I’m posting these on ff.net. If you want to fave/review/whatever over there, you can find them there.

This was about to slip my mind, when my friend mentioned Deliberate. It’s late, but hey, it is still technically today. Or whatever.

This takes place after Running Away, where Reid decides to leave Ipswich and Spenser and go to Fortwright Academy in Boston. Fortwright is purely the figment of my imagination.

Winter’s Chill, Drabble Two: The New Guy

Whispers followed him around Fortwright like ghosts. So handsome, said some. Others: Why’d he transfer? Only one semester left…

It took days for someone to get the courage to ask him that question. His new icy reserve kept the others away, but not this persistent soul, a pretty girl who kept looking back at her friends for encouragement. Before she would have been treated to a charming smile. Now, she got distant blue eyes. Made her sigh anyway.

“Best thing to do under the circumstances,” was his answer.

He wouldn’t tell her the circumstances no matter how sweetly she asked.

GRRR! Fanfiction.net is being mean, and won’t let me upload any documents. So cruel…don’t know when it’ll start working right, but I’ll keep posting the drabble here in the meantime.